4Marques. WHat meanes faire Britaines mighty Conqueror

5So suddenly to cast away his staffe?

6And all in passion, to forsake the tylt.

7D. Dirot. My Lord, this triumph we solemnise here,

8Is of meere loue to your increasing ioyes:

9Only expecting cheerefull lookes for all.

10What sudden pangs than moues your maiestie,

11To dimme the brightnes of the day with frownes?

12W. Conqueror. Ah: good my Lords, misconster not the cause:

13At least, suspect not my displeased browes

14I amorously do beare to your intent:

15For thanks and all that you can wish I yeeld.

16But that which makes me blush and shame to tell,

17Is cause why thus I turne my conquering eyes

18To cowardes lookes and beaten fantasies.

19Mountney. Since wee are giltlesse, wee the lesse dismay

20To see this sudden change possesse your cheere:

21For if it issue from your owne conceits,

22Bred by suggestion of some enuious thoughts:

23Your highnes wisdome may suppresse it straight.

24Yet tell vs (good my Lord) what thought it is,

25That thus bereaues you of your late content,

26That in aduise we may assist your grace,

27Or bend our forces to reuiue your spirits.

28W Con. Ah Marques Lubeck, in thy power it lyes

29To rid my bosome of these thraled dumps:

30And therefore, good my Lords forbeare a while,

31That we may parley of these priuate cares,

32Whose strength subdues me more than all the world.

33Valingford. We goe and wishe thee priuate conference,

34Publicke affectes in this accustomed peace.

36William. Now Marques must a Conquerer at armes

37disclose himselfe thrald to vnarmed thoughts,

38And threatned of a shaddowe, yeeld to lust:

39No sooner had my sparkeling eyes beheld

40The flames of beautie blasing on this peece,

41But sodenly a sence of myracle

42Imagined on thy louely Maistres face,

43Made me abandon bodily regarde,

44And cast all pleasures on my woonded soule:

45Then gentle Marques tell me what she is,

46That thus thou honourest on thy warlike shield.

47And if thy loue and interest be such,

48As iustly may giue place to myne,

49That if it be: my soule with honors wings

50May fly into the bosome of my deere.

51Yf not, close them and stoope into my graue.

52Marques. Yf this be all renowned Conquerer:

53Aduance your drooping spirites, and reuiue

54The wonted courage of your Conquering minde,

55For this faire picture painted on my shield

56Is the true counterfeit of louelie Blaunch

57Princes and daughter to the King of Danes:

58Whose beautie and excesse of ornamentes

59Deserues another manner of defence

60Pompe and high person to attend her state,

61Then Marques Lubeck any way presents.

62Therefore her vertues I resigne to thee,

63Alreadie shrinde in thy religious brest,

64To be aduaunced and honoured to the full.

65Nor beare I this an argument of loue:

66But to renowne faire Blaunch my Soueraignes child,

67In euerie place where I by armes may do it.

68William. Ah Marques, thy wordes bring heauen vnto my soule,

69And had I heauen to giue for thy reward:

70Thou shouldst be thronde in no vnworthie place.

71But let my vttermost wealth suffice thy worth,

72Which here I vowe, and to aspire the blisse

73That hangs on quicke atchiuement of my loue,

74Thy selfe and I will traueile in disguise,

75To bring this Ladie to our Brittaine Court.

76Marques. Let William but be thinke what may auayle,

77And let me die if I denie my ayde.

78William. Then thus the Duke Dirot and Therle Dimach

79Will I leaue substitutes to rule my Realme,

80While mightie loue forbids my being here,

81And in the name of Sir Robert of Windsor

82Will goe with thee vnto the Danish Court.

83Keepe Williams secretes Marques if thou loue him.

84Bright Blaunch I come, sweete fortune fauour me,

85And I will laud thy name eternally.